Things That Fall From the Sky

Grass gone to seed
splays in flaxen layers
over the silent wings
of wandering gliders
and Paiute dancers
discarded by the last
summer wind.

I miss the pearly whirr
of odonata darting
among river reeds,
the length of bodies
arching into teardrops
or hearts, leaving ripples
of lovemaking between
exploded cattails.